Mrs. Wang also knows calligraphy, and nodded again and again: "It's really good, it's really a good boy with many talents, but I don't know what the Nahai dispute is like, you also have some connections in the United Nations, can you find out?" ”

  Old man Wang said: "My little relationship, compared with her adoptive father, I'm afraid it's not enough, this child came to me today to learn chess skills, I'm afraid it's just to let people see her Go level." ”

  Mrs. Wang asked, "Then how is her Go level?" ”

  Mr. Wang said: "Even if you go to an international Go competition, you can get a prize back." ”

  Mrs. Wang breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on her face: "It's really worthy of our own granddaughter, this is the inheritance of your mantle in Go, none of these children like Go, you also said that you have no successor, no, how can there be no successor?" ”

  Old Man Wang himself was happy, and the more happy he was, the more he wanted to scold Wang Zimei: "How did I give birth to such a ruthless and unrighteous daughter!" ”

  Mrs. Wang said: "Okay, don't be angry, after all, God didn't give up on her, gave her a pair of good adoptive parents, and now the marriage is also happy." When I saw that child, I thought of our little daughter, who looked so similar. ”

  Old Man Wang also misses his little daughter, who is his most beloved daughter, but it is also the most painful wound in his heart.

  Old Man Wang took Mrs. Wang in his arms: "No matter whether this girl wins or loses in the battle of Nahai, we must protect her well." ”

  ……

  Night Starlight came home, Xiaohuahua had been shouting and complaining for a long time, and Mo Yinhe saw her parents coming back, as if she was liberated: "You are finally back, you know that you went out to surf and left a pair of children at home and ignored them." ”

  This sarcastic little voice reminded the night starlight of the cold little indifference.

  Night Starlight made amends vigorously and went to the bath with Xiaohuahua in his arms.

  Ye Junqing wanted to take his son to take a bath, but Mo Yinhe was not happy: "I also want my mother to take a bath for me." ”

  Ye Junqing looked at his son condescendingly: "Didn't you never want your mother to bathe you?" ”

  "People always have to change."

  Facing the cold aura of the night monarch's jealousy, Mo Yinhe was confident: "I'm only five years old. ”

  It's a pity, even if you are five or six years old, Ye Junqing took him and carried him directly to the bathroom, wanting his wife to bathe this kid and daydream.

  Mo Yinhe was on fire, but he couldn't withstand the strength of the night Junqing, so he could only complain coldly: "I am your son!" ”

  "If it weren't for my son, I would have thrown you out!"

  Ye Junqing threw him into the bathtub, and he stepped in, Ye Junqing lay in the bathtub, picked up a newspaper, and read it while soaking in the bath, but as long as Mo Yinhe wanted to jump out of the bathtub, he would be brought back by him, just like a monkey who could never escape from the palm of the Buddha.

  Mo Yinhe snorted heavily, and could only resign himself to staying in the bathtub and soaking in the bath.

  "Dad, do you think Mom can win the battle for Nahai?"

  "I trust your mother."

  "Do we want to take any action secretly to make Mom win?"

  Mo Yinhe has a hundred cheating schemes in his head, ensuring that his mother can shine brightly in the Nahai dispute.

  Ye Junqing said: "It's just winning or losing, why do you take it so seriously?" Does your mother still lack that little bit of glory in the Nahai dispute? ”

  "So, you don't approve of us doing things in secret? If Mom loses, how sad will she be? ”

  "Winning is dishonorable, and she feels even more uncomfortable."